Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 1233 Is it okay to be nervous?

It's two o'clock in the morning, when everything is quiet.

It was a rare good day, with not a single cloud in the night sky. The bright moonlight sprinkled on the gray-white rocks and the uninhabited mountain roads, revealing everything in the darkness. The town of Lostra, surrounded by mines, was brightly lit. The moonlight illuminated the patrolling guards on the streets and the miners' lamps hanging at the entrances of the tunnels. If you listened carefully, you could still hear the sound of iron hitting rocks in the wind, like a tangible mist passing through the sharp rocks and drifting into your ears.

The mines work day and night, whether during the reign of Count Grayhill or the colonial period of the Axis Powers, the working hours of the miners have never changed. They are arranged into two shifts to work in turns, and they do not stop even in the middle of the night. However, the invaders from the Western Continent changed the tradition of barbaric management and established a strict work schedule and shift system. Although it did not reduce the intensity of the miners' work, it greatly reduced the casualties of night work.

Perhaps their original intention was just to better manage these unruly miners, but the advanced nature of the management system is undeniable. It has to be said that this is really an extremely ironic thing.

The assaulting troops hid in a hidden valley whose location was known only to the locals. This place was once a stronghold of the Miners' Brotherhood, so there were still some simple huts preserved for them to avoid the dagger-like cold wind that passed through the valley bottom between the mountains.

Grayhill Eagle did not enter the shack, but sat on a stone, silently wiping his two swords. His physical fitness close to that of a demigod made him fearless of any bad weather in nature, and sometimes he even regarded it as a kind of tempering. Only pain could calm him down and realize that behind the power was madness.

But tonight, he will have to use this power to become the sharpest blade in the rebel army and tear apart any obstacles that stand in his way. He knows that this is what the god wants to see. For extraordinary people, it is not only the sequence upgrade that will aggravate the erosion phenomenon, but physical torture and mental pressure are also important factors. Of course, some people may get pleasure from fighting and killing, which will delay the occurrence of erosion, but people like this will eventually become beasts that eat the corpses of their own kind to survive, and that is not the way Carson Borg wants to live.

Since he could remember, no battle had ever made him feel happy, and no killing had not made him heartbroken. Sometimes the man would think of his father's evaluation of him. He said that he inherited too much of his mother's character, "even her innocence and weakness are flowing in his blood." Perhaps that was why he had come to this point.

In the eyes of demigods and those stronger than them, all life below Sequence 4 is no different from an ant. If you say that you are a transcendent who can step into the demigod sequence at any time, but you want to lead a group of ants to take back your home, they will only laugh at you for being crazy, even crazier than the disaster god Abraham.

Grayhill Eagle had no way to refute them, but he also absolutely did not agree with this statement. In fact, if he could go back to the day when his father made an evaluation of him, he would probably tell that man, "I can't surpass mortals, or rather, I can only be a mortal."

Like his mother, although this figure only existed for a short time in Katzenberg's childhood.

All mortals are transient.

Of course, gods are not that eternal.

Grayhill Eagle looked up at the night sky, and saw a bright double shadow in the moonlight. He thought, it would be best to do all the things that a mortal should do while he is still a mortal. Then, he would go and make trouble for that guy. He knew in his heart that even if he killed a crazy god, there would be another god to replace him. The original Night Church was a madhouse, and how much better could the Holy Monk Association be? This ancient continent has always been shrouded in a vicious circle. People killed and devoured each other, and then fell into madness, just like the continent on the other side of the sea is always shrouded in a vicious circle of conspiracy, betrayal and self-extinction. The history of mortals is actually the history of tragic cycles.

It would be nice if the Goddess's church could stay here.

An incredible thought suddenly emerged in his mind.

The reason why it is incredible is that Grayhill Eagle knows that this is impossible to achieve. Not to mention whether the religion of the Eastern Continent can allow the emergence of a second Creation Goddess Church, just based on Mr. Ling's personal wishes, his purpose of coming to the Eastern Continent is probably not to preach. Grayhill Eagle has a vague premonition that it must be something more important than the ongoing war, and even...it may be closely related to the future of the world.

Is the mysterious traveler he met at the end of his road actually related to the fate of the entire world? This sounds a bit like a plot in a fairy tale, but Carson Borg can't stop making this association.

Until the sound of footsteps in the valley disturbed his thoughts and brought him back to reality.

The soldiers who went to investigate reported back that there was no unusual movement in Lostra Town, and it seemed that the enemy had not yet noticed the sneak attack. In addition, other action teams had also arrived at the designated location. According to the plan discussed in advance, they would take action as soon as the battle broke out on the front battlefield.

The mission of the Gray Hill Eagle is not only a sharp blade, but also a signal, announcing that the fate of the Gray Hill land will change at the moment when the new Liberators' Front steps onto the stage of history.

Trust, follow, and then fight.

All eyes were on him, and Carson Borg was very familiar with their looks. If all the soldiers in an army had such looks, then it would be invincible.

"Tonight, our goal is to liberate the mineral town of Lostra and eliminate or expel all invaders." The Eagle of Gray Hill made a final mobilization to these bravest warriors: "I know that after tonight, many people will no longer have the opportunity to stand here, and that person may even be me. The fear of death always runs through the entire war, not because of cowardice, but because we know the glory of fighting better than anyone else. So I implore you to fight alongside me, and please remember that it is not Gray Hill that needs our strength to be liberated, but we need this land to live as a free man. Would rather die than be without freedom? This is not a strong oath, but it is enough to be a reason to fight."

He glanced at the soldiers who were determined to die on the battlefield. Under the bright moonlight, everyone's eyes were sparkling, as if they were filled with some kind of belief. He knew that the words of encouragement were enough, and the rest was just proof of action, so he stopped talking nonsense and drew his scimitar: "Let's go."

These two light words announced the beginning of the war.

...Regina paced back and forth in the firelight, occasionally looking up anxiously, as if to confirm whether the dark mine in front of her still existed, and sometimes running to the entrance of the tunnel, repeatedly confirming whether the battle signal on the front battlefield had been sounded, but she always got disappointing results and returned home disappointed.

"Don't worry, Regina."

A burly figure walked over from the darkness and patted the girl on the shoulder. His tone was so heroic that it didn't sound like he was trying to comfort her. Instead, it was a bit teasing: "After so much time, I thought you had finally matured a little, but I didn't expect you to be so irritable. There's no point in being anxious. Why don't you come and have a drink with us and relax?"

He shook the bottle in his hand, and the miners' favorite low-quality beer swayed in the firelight with a light yellow luster. Regina only took a glance and changed her expression: "Boss Giovanni, why did you bring the beer in? Didn't I say that we are not allowed to drink before the operation? You are too lax!"

Hearing this, Giovanni exchanged glances with several old friends who were resting in the corner of the mine tunnel, and then burst into laughter: "What are you kidding, little girl? Miners don't have the strength to dig stones without drinking, let alone kill people. Regina, this is not your first time to work in the cave, have you forgotten all these rules?"

"But this is different..." Regina tried to make them understand that mining and killing are not the same thing, but these stubborn old miners obviously would not listen to her. The girl sighed in self-destruction: "Forget it, it's up to you, just don't delay the action. Also, keep your voice down, Boss Giovanni, don't attract the attention of the enemy!"

At the combat meeting a week ago, after the plan to raid the ore town of Lostra was formulated, Regina, under the assignment of Grayhill Eagle, temporarily acted with the members of the Mining Brotherhood. She and these experienced old miners took great risks to approach the mine, surveyed the abandoned mine tunnels, selected the digging location, and dug out several simple mine tunnels in just one week. The tunnels were only a stone's throw away from the abandoned mine tunnels, and only one blast was needed to open the tunnels.

In the temporary mine tunnel, even the scaffolding supporting the top was simply built. Regina was particularly worried that the old man's voice was too loud and would collapse the scaffolding and cause a landslide, which would mean that tonight's raid would be completely ruined.

But she was obviously overthinking. An old miner who had worked in the mines for half his life knew better than anyone the bearing capacity of the rock formations above him. Some things were not even calculated based on experience, but on intuition. So Giovanni did not take Regina's warning to heart, but thought that her attitude was problematic.

"Don't be too nervous, little girl." He said carelessly, "Have you forgotten what I told you on your first day at work? The pressure of a miner should be released at the moment he swings the hoe. If it's too early or too late, the only person who will get hurt is himself."

The engineering explosives for blasting have been installed, the operators responsible for blasting are ready, and even the combatants responsible for carrying out the raid have assembled outside the tunnel. If the blasting is successful and the new mine tunnel is connected with the abandoned mine tunnel, they can quickly attack, seize control of the mine, and then launch an attack on Lostra Town.

Everything went as planned. For Giovanni, who had no idea of ​​"precision planning", this level of preparation was more than enough. There was no need to be nervous and make everyone else nervous. The little girl was still inexperienced. Whether she was learning mining from him or learning how to lead people from Grayhill Eagle, she was still at the level of an apprentice.

"Did you say that, Boss?" Regina was a little skeptical, mainly because she had no memory of this episode.

"Of course." Giovanni glared at her. "I... ahem! I tell every new miner this!"

"But such a philosophical statement doesn't seem like something you, Boss, can say." Regina muttered, and before Giovanni glared at her a second time, she asked, "So you're not nervous at all, Boss Giovanni?"

This sounded like nonsense, and Regina asked it casually just to ease her mood. After hearing this, Giovanni laughed. He picked up the bottle in his hand and took a big gulp. This gulp emptied the bottle directly, and the old man's face flushed fiercely. In the light of the fire, he didn't look like a miner, but more like a warrior who had experienced many battles: "This is a really good question, Regina. To tell you the truth, I'm so nervous."

He grinned and laughed grimly: "I'm so nervous that I want to make a scene right now!"

……

"Are you nervous, Mitch?" At the same time, in a different place, someone asked the same question as Regina.

The boy who was wiping his weapon was stunned for a moment, and did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked up at the fortress standing on the high ground. In the night, it was silent like a monster made of steel and iron. The searchlight on the top of the fortress rotated in circles, casting the cold light on the earth, blending with the bright moonlight. But soon, the light and the moonlight will no longer exist, and this place will become a battlefield, with only blood and artillery fire.

Mitch still remembered that Kadora once told her that you are a leader, the one who leads everyone, and your mood will also affect the mood of others, so not letting others notice your confusion and hesitation is the most important responsibility of a leader. But she clearly knew this, so why did she ask herself this question?
The boy slowly stopped wiping his weapon, retracted his gaze, and then showed a confident and determined smile to the girl who asked him: "It's okay, I'm not nervous at all, but I'm a little excited."

Katara looked at him quietly for a while, until the boy's expression became a little unnatural, then she said softly: "That's good."

She hugged her sniper rifle tightly and said in a voice that only she and Mitch could hear: "But I'm suddenly a little nervous, Mitch."

"Fortunately," she smiled, with a hint of relief and sadness in her smile, "Fortunately I'm not the leader."

So, it’s okay to be nervous.

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